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It felt wonderful, as if somehow this woman was meant to be in his arms.

Which had to be the greatest flight of fancy his logical, lawyerly mind had ever taken.

‘There you are, safe as houses,’ he said with a smile, trying to sound as if he did this sort of thing every day.

‘Thank you for rescuing me. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t, Mr …?’

‘McHeath. Gordon McHeath. Of Edinburgh.’

‘I am in your debt, Mr Gordon McHeath of Edinburgh.’

Never had he been happier to hear the word debt.

Then, without a word, without a hint of warning, before he could even realise what she was doing, this woman whose name he didn’t even know raised herself on her toes and kissed him.